Again with each other we review together the best quotations about December, these quotations and sayings are designed in images, It’s really great and expressive, inspirational.
After reading each quotation, watching these pictures, tell us what’s your favorite quotes?
If winter comes can spring be… We’re nearer to spring than we were in september, i heard a bird sing in the dark of december, january, febmar, aprimay, apricots, beneath the bough. ― Sylvia Plath / journal, 1953
Of all the months of the year there is not a month one-half so welcome to the young, or so full of happy associations, as the last month of the year…. ― “All the Year Round: December,” All the Year Round: A Weekly Journal Conducted by Charles Dickens, 1887 December 10th
On cold December fragrant chaplets blow,
And heavy harvests nod beneath the snow. ― Alexander Pope / (1688–1744), The Dunciad
Roasting turkeys! Rich mince pies!
Cakes of every shape and size! ― Louise Bennett Weaver and Helen Cowles LeCron, “December,” A Thousand Ways to Please a Husband with Bettina’s Best Recipes, 1917
The cold is coming.
December’s winter solstice.
Start of the season. ― Robert Pettit / “Winter Solstice”
What should we speak of
When we are old as you? when we shall hear
The rain and wind beat dark December? how,
In this our pinching cave, shall we discourse
The freezing hours away?… ― William Shakespeare / Cymbeline (Arvirargus)
When dark December glooms the day,
And takes our autumn joys away;
When short and scant the sun-beam throws,
Upon the weary waste of snows… ― Walter Scott / Marmion, 1808
Will love be true as December frost, or fickle and fall like the rose in June? ― Clement Scott / “In Sight of Home,” c.1883
If the October days were a cordial like the sub-acids of fruit, these are a tonic like the wine of iron. Drink deep or be careful how you taste this December vintage. The first sip may chill, but a full draught warms and invigorates. ― John Burroughs / “Winter Sunshine,” 1875
If cold December gave you birth—
The month of snow, and ice, and mirth—
Place on your hand a turquoise blue,
Success will bless whate’er you do. ― [Author unknown] / “A Gem for Every Month,” c.1883
I wander forth this chill December dawn:
John Frost and all his elves are out, I see,
As busy as the elfin world can be,
Clothing a world asleep with fleecy lawn. ― Robert Buchanan / (1841–1901), “Snow”
I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December,
A magical thing,
And sweet to remember:
“We are nearer to spring
Than we were in September.” ― Oliver Herford / “Hope,” in The Century Magazine, January 1914
Farewell, old year; we walk no more together;
I catch the sweetness of thy latest sigh…
Here in the dim light of a grey December
We part in smiles, and yet we met in tears;
Watching thy chilly dawn, I well remember… ― Sarah Doudney / (1841–1926), “A Parting”
Do your heart and head keep pace?
When does hoary Love expire,
When do frosts put out the fire?
Can its embers burn below
All that chill December snow? ― Edmund Clarence Stedman / (1833–1908), “Toujours Amour”
December drops no weak, relenting tear,
By our fond summer sympathies ensnared;
Nor from the perfect circle of the year
Can even winter’s crystal gems be spared. ― Christopher Pearse Cranch / “December” (last stanza), 1872
Chill December brings the sleet,
Blazing fire, and Christmas treat. ― Sara Coleridge / (1802–1852), “The Garden Year”
And last December drear,
With piteous low-drooped head,
In a voice of desolation
Crying out, “The year is dead!”
And so, with changeful gear,
With smile or frown or song,
The months, in strange variation,
Are ever gliding along. ― Edgar Fawcett / “The Masque of Months,” 1878
And in December’s gloomy shades
Some Chickweed stars did shine.
One Daisy, too, the bleak month gave
To baffle melancholy;
And e’en I saw fair Flora smile
When crowned with crimson Holly!
And then the queen of all the flowers
Passed onward, soft and slow—
Her radiant brows adorned with Pearls
Of sacred Mistletoe! ― James Rigg / “The Progress of Queen Flora, Adorned by a Hundred Wild Flowers,” Wild Flower Lyrics and Other Poems, 1897
A bare tree stands
with roots on both ends
in December days. ― Kiran Bantawa / “Bare Trees”
[I]t may interest those who wish to marry to know that the luckiest day and month for marriages is by superstitious people held to be the thirty-first of December. ― “All the Year Round: December,” All the Year Round: A Weekly Journal Conducted by Charles Dickens, 1887 December 10th